halfway
So you, with your glad-hand hips mark passages out of salamun make your marks where you can turn eyes to you (green haired little punk-rock queen) and turn them out, away so everything is still away still the same a challenge to take the words back a struggle to undo the things you do and easier to not do them. Not do them. Halfway, this is a wasted effort, but you�re fine by me.
2004-10-22 | 10:41 a.m.
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